Monday, January 24, 2011

And I mean that in the kindest way possible. You know, the kindest way in which to respond to people who seem to believe that I have given no thought whatsoever to my child's first name. I know, I know, they are just being kind, like to feel included, etc. But for the love of god, leave it alone! We found out two weeks ago that we are going to have a boy. The name we had chosen for a girl was always set in stone but for a boy we weren't (and still aren't) 100% sure. I mean, we have 4ish months to go (is that it?!) and we haven't even met the guy yet. So calm right down folks. I think it is great that you have always liked Teegan and Colin and your great grandfather's first name was Arthur and you've always loved that name. So by all means, name your next baby that awesome name of yours. Done having kids? Ok great, name your next dog Tyler or Connor or Brindin or whatever name you think is so precious. I am going to stick with the name I want, the name I chose years ago, the name I am going to give to my child. And I mean that with all the love in the world.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

My 5th month of pregnancy started last week. I am at this fun in-between stage where my pants don't fit, my shirts all seem to have shrunk and the idea of swimming around in maternity clothes is abhorrent. Have you seen those things? From the outside, people love to think you're cute. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy compliments and lies as much as the next bloated gas-bag, but being a pregnant lady isn't as often as cute as seeing a pregnant lady. I don't have a belly, all nice and round and ready for strangers to rub. I have the goofy "bump" celebrities try to hide with big purses. The "is she or isn't she?", the "you ask cause I'm not going to" the "I'm just going to keep looking at her abdomen until she wants to shout 'YES! for god's sake, yes, I am knocked up, due June 4th, first one, we don't know the sex, we do want to find out, no, I haven't been sick, yes, Matt is excited and I do plan on working until I have this thing. Yes, I am pregnant, can we talk about something else now?'".
So what the hell do I wear? The other night I was getting ready for work. I settled on a white t-shirt and black cardigan. It fit, I figured, who cared if it wasn't terribly fashionable? I ran to the mirror for one final check- with the curly hair- something just wasn't right...I looked like Andrea Zuccerman. Not cute. All I needed were some Gap khakis, possibly some Keds and the superior attitude only a 32 year old high school junior can pull off. That's it! No more "well whatever, at least it fits". I have to shop.
So it turns out maternity pants are hilarious and kind of ugly. Not to mention that I don't exactly relish the idea of spending good money I could spend on cute, real, non-pregnant lady clothes on Target jeans with a spandex panel that extends to just under my bra (not kidding). And, like, suburban lady sweaters. It sends chills down my fashion bone. Those Bella Bands are a neat idea but eventually those regular jeans just don't go all the way on. Maybe I am in denial. How big should I plan on getting? I mean, I know this babe will grow and take me with it. I just don't know how it expects me to look good in the process. Isn't there some kind of Maternity Clothes Trading Organization? On my honor I will return all these ponchos when I am done, just don't force me to buy a whole new panel-fronted wardrobe.
Maybe I will just go whole-hog and invest in some super ugly vintage tent-like jumpers from our mother's days. Throw my hands up and say forget it. How many mu mus can I collect in 9 months? I really wouldn't mind that part. Its the pants. The god-forsaken pants. Thank god leggings are in style, I guess. Fashion Ruiner and I will just have to make the best of things. Stay tuned, as I will certainly post some of the more alluring looks I come across.

About Me

In the past year or so my life has changed dramatically. Where I used to place the biggest emphasis on how late I could stay out, how many bars I could hit in one night and didn't care much about what tomorrow brought--these days I am scrambling alongside my husband to adjust to new parenthood. Now we worry about how early we can get to bed, haven't thought much about a bar in months and we worry about our tomorrows more than ever. There are so many changes that take place in our every day, it seems the only way to keep it from flying by too fast is to write it all down (when I have a chance!)